Sapphic Erotica Stories Novels & Stories

“That’s was I thought. I’m not sure of the full story but I think she was a fling and she got too attached or something. Anyways, things got sort of messy when Felix showed up. She demanded an apology from him before she unlocked the door. He refused to give her an apology. Then, he broke the door down. They had this long argument and Sapphire was ranting about how Felix cost her a job at Fantasies…” Isabel looked up from administering a shot of insulin. “Wait. Sapphire said she was from Fantasies?” “Yeah. Is that supposed to mean something?” “Fantasies are like this super elite at-home prostitution. Guys get to pick and choose the specific qualities and outfits that they want in a girl and

“Such perfect fucking tits. Been dreaming about these for years.” Lucas moved in front, dropping to his knees. He spread my thighs wider, replacing Jax’s fingers with his tongue. He licked long and slow from my entrance up to my clit, then sucked the swollen nub into his mouth, flicking it relentlessly while Victor kept devouring my mouth and Jax ground against my ass, his fingers now teasing my tight little hole. I was shaking, moaning, completely surrounded by them. Four sets of hands, four hungry mouths, cocks hard and straining against their pants. My mind spun, this was wrong, so fucking wrong — but my body was on fire, pussy dripping down my thighs as they worked me over.

Sam actually blushed, "I'll send you the links. It was tough to track the origins of the vids, other than that one filmmaker, but the Reddit stories were easy. A lot were fakes, but I ended up making contact with quite a few posters whose stories were real. I also started reading stories posted on erotica sites and looking up the authors. A couple said right out that they were in incestuous relationships. The stories they wrote had a different feel, I got so I could tell." Deb smiled. I wondered what was in her coffee, "Reading and seeing all that must have been—exhausting." Sam looked right at my sister, "I'd do my work on a wooden chair with a suction cup dildo and towel under the chair. M

Dr Jacobs rubbed my already swollen clit and leaned back, moaning harder as he played with me. I listened to my body and felt fingers wander down even further. I anticipated his next move. His finger slipped inside me with ease. I was ecstatic. It sent a shiver down my spine as he gently moved it in and out. In and out over and over with slow and deliberate action. I knew that he was much more experienced than me. It was hard not to be, but I had never felt like this before. The boyfriends I had in the past did not even come close to measuring up to him.

☆ Explicit bodily fluids and functions: Large volumes of cum, multiple creampies, cum inflation, dripping, leaking, spitting, snowballing, rimming, golden showers (watersports), scat play (in some stories), menstruation sex, lactation, squirting in abundance, and every possible combination of bodily fluids. ☆ Diverse and intense character dynamics: Extremely detailed descriptions of bodies (huge breasts, massive cocks, exaggerated proportions, hyper-sexualized features), interracial sex, same-sex encounters, bisexual/polysexual activity, trans characters, and multi-partner scenes with no limits on number or configuration. ☆ Potential emotional and psychological triggers: Intense emotional ma

Her age was against her but he found that her mature body was more than compensated by her enthusiasm and aura of sensuality. Lafitte flipped the flexible Marcy over and contemplated her well-padded posterior. He reached down and pulled her cheeks apart and looked with some interest at her brown eye still opening and closing from the vaginal impalement. He touched his middle finger on her opening and smiled when the female gasped and looked over her shoulder at him with some degree of fear and anticipation. He nodded at Gloria and told her, "Bring me the jar of easy entry. Get a nice gob inside this human's pretty little back door and hold her steady for my cock."

Pete groaned as William grabbed the nape of his neck and stared lustfully into his eyes. “You hear me? This hole belongs to me now.” “Yes—yes! Yours—fuck—yours!” William moaned. The bathroom was filled with the slick sound of skin against skin, muffled groans and their heavy breathing. Pete reached and grabbed William’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, fast and rough. “Come for me,” Pete growled. “Do it, ballet boy.” And William did. Biting his forearm to keep from screaming, his body convulsing around Pete’s cock so tight it nearly dragged Pete over the edge with him.

I whispered in her ear then bit it a little. “Do whatever you want, Manuel! You can use my body anytime and anywhere. I can replace your wife in bed. Ugh!” She was so good at talking dirty that her words were enough for me to cum again. Her legs trembled in unison of mine and cummed too. But I wasn’t finished yet. I wanted more. I took both of our semen and used it as lubricant in her ass. “Have anyone fucked this beautiful ass of yours?” I asked.

Rebecca shifted, adjusting their position, and then, with exquisite precision, began to intertwine her legs with Sammy's, bringing their most tender flesh into direct, exhilarating contact. The motion began as a slow, deliberate grind, a subtle shifting of hips that built an exquisite pressure. Their vulvas met, creating a friction that sent a jolt of pure pleasure through Sammy. Rebecca's movements became a rhythmic, undulating dance, each press amplifying the intense sensation. The warmth of skin against skin, the growing slickness between them, and the direct, precise pressure on Sammy's clitoris created an escalating tide of arousal. Sammy gasped, her grip on Rebecca's shoulders tighteni

Her voice is delicious, and the sound of it slides straight between my legs and it makes my clit throb with need. My body has never reacted to anyone like this before…. Well, except the cute barista. But my pussy…. That has never throbbed before even when I see the barista. But right now? It’s uncontrollable. “I’m Lira, a succubus, as you can see.” She laughs, the sound sultry and seductive. “And I can smell your need from here. That shy little pussy’s been aching for years, hasn’t it?” I try to speak, try to tell her that this is just a mistake, but the words die in my throat like always. My cheeks burn. My soaked panties cling to me.